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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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WAKING up was so annoying.
The sun was shining into my room-my curtains swaying open. As the dust particles drift through the sunlight.
I sigh-sitting up. My eyes were sore from crying myself to sleep last night.
A knock was planted on my door-I look over, "come in." I spoke, my voice tired. Nicole walked in as she smiled at me. "Good-morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" She asked.
"Oh..yeh, I slept great.." I lied. She smiled-sitting in front of me. "Where's ghost?" She asked. I frown slightly-"uh he started barking so I let him out." I say.
She frowns-"oh alright, well breakfast is done and after that Nicholas wants you to meet him in the training room." She smiled.
"Training room?" I asked-confused.
She smiled-"he's going to teach you how to fight and how to shoot a gun. Just in case if the house is broken into and you need to protect yourself." I nod.
"Will I have to fight Mr.Prince?" I asked. She laughed-"oh no no, Noah and Nicholas will be helping you. You'll be fighting a punching bag." She said. I laughed-"why does Noah have to be there?" I asked.
"Noah's the best fighter we have and he is the new leader so he has a say in weather or not who gets to teach you how to fight." She said. "Oh..okay." I say.
"Don't worry sweetie, he won't touch you." I nod.
"How are you so sure?" I asked-"cause Nicholas will be there and he won't let Noah out his hands on you, I promise." I smile-"alright, let's go eat now." I nod as we got up.
We walked out of my room-walking downstairs and going into the kitchen where I sat at the island. "You don't wanna eat breakfast with everyone?" Nicole asked.
"I just wanna eat alone if that's okay.." I say. She smiled, "alright. Mark can you bring melody her food?" Nicole asked the chef.
Mark looked about 50? Maybe even 55? "Of course, Mrs.Prince." He spoke-walking over to the counter and bringing my plate over to me.
French toast..
"Thank you." I say. "Of course Ms.Crowns." I smiled. "Alright, enjoy sweetie." Nicole kissed my forehead and walked over to the dining room.
